Pardon me for comparing you with a valet." "Land sakes! I don't care what you call me.

I was out of my head once myself--typhoid fever 'twas--and they say the things I called the doctor was somethin' scandalous.

You ain't responsible.

You're beat out, and your brain's weak, like the rest of you.

Now hold on till I get you a nightgown." He started for the bedroom.